Currently, I'm working on letting things go. After all, what's the harm in letting things go that aren't going to hurt the kids? And why do we parents believe things have to be perfect or set a bunch of rules for the sake of having rules? And why do we judge others who let some things go, when really the rule is for no good reason? Don't get me started on the Sanctimommy!
Why do we stress about things and make our lives harder than they have to be? Why do we buy that extra winter coat for a baby who will almost assuredly not need it? Why do we go crazy trying to come up with variety in food for a baby who doesn't care if they eat the same 10 things? Why do we spend an hour trying to get the baby to sleep when the nap lasts only 15 minutes, or 30 if you are really lucky?
Often, I think we berate ourselves because of that voice in our heads that say, "What would my mother say!" So, I'm not listening to that voice in my head anymore that starts rebuking me in my mother's voice. In an effort to reduce the stress in my life, I'm letting things go. Wanna see?
Is that a bottle of Motrin the baby has? Why, yes it is! (Don't worry--it has a childproof lid.)
Is that a dirty sock the baby has? Yep, a dirty, stinky sock! (Can't be worse than other things she sticks in her mouth.)
Is that a trash can the baby is playing with? Sure is! (At least it's empty.)
My mornings are finally getting easier, thanks to this new attitude-- and the Pumpkin's ability to sit, crawl and stand so well!
3 comments:
My mom is actually more often a voice of reason when I get overly worried about crazy things. My "what would she say" is more my MIL than my own mother.
I too have let a lot of things go though, as Boog gets older. He's already had eggs *gasp* and chocolate *gasp, gasp* and since I'm not pumping anymore and he's drinking formula when we aren't together, he'll be getting whole milk when this can runs out; 1st birthday or not. *Oh, the horror*
With the food I do try to offer variety though, I don't want him only eating 10 things, especially now that he's eating table food. I did get flack from my husband last week for feeding him pizza with us. (what? it had wheat crust!) But the pizza meals are made up for by meals like he had last night—veggie dogs, edamame and sweet potato fries. MMMMmmmmm
Yup. My daughter loves the ibuprofen bottle. There is nothing more fun to shake.
As a further disclaimer, that trash can is in the closet and is mostly used to throw away dry cleaner bags and random receipts I find in my suits.
NOTE: no dry cleaner bags have been thrown in it since she started playing with it :)
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